It's been a long time since I was tipsy enough to feel it...however, a good third of a bottle of Captain Morgan Black seems to do it. Nice to know my tolerance has waned in the time that I've spent pretty much sober.

Work, work, work, blah, blah, blah...fuck it, tired of talking about it. Things are progressing nicely, and if the talk around the campfire is to be believed, it may progress even farther than I had planned or am ready for.

Holy fuck, thank god for spellcheck.

Anyway...eh, I have little to add. Tomorrow is my day off, and I am NOT going in to the shop. I earned my day off, dammit. Meeting with the local geeks tomorrow, hoping to arrange the first of a couple of actual, in-person games. Meanwhile, my stuff is supposedly on its way, and that's nifty. As I get paid tomorrow, maybe I'll take Jessica out to lunch and go see Prometheus.

Hmm, ramble much? Sue me, the rum is having its merry way with me.